Without Knowing
Walking the streets
The sun shining bright
Hearing the screams of the condemned
Locked In towers of steel
Hiding behind walls of glass
They watch me walk by
Dreaming of freedom
Their thoughts are controlled
Creativity has been taken and destroyed
They have to think what their keepers tell them
Money is an all-powerful god
Life is made for endless toil at their command
Initiative is crushed before it takes root
Individual thoughts are forbidden
Walking by I feel pity for the ones I see
They will never know the beauty of a flower
The wonder of a newborn baby kitten
They only know the walls of their prison
And the thoughts of their warden
With no hope of ever learning better
They serve their lives away
Without ever knowing
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